Dangerous Love

Like many who are fascinated with the Craiglist's killer story, I was not surprised to learn that Philip Markoff and Megan McAllister have canceled their engagement. Apparently her parents will be using whatever money they haven't lost to deposits (the band the booked refunded their money) on a lawyer for their daughter. I just feel so sorry for Megan, I truly do. I know many are thinking: hey didn't she noticed that her fiancee had womens' underwear ( I depise the word panties, it sounds so creepy) in their apartment? And she will have to rebuild her reputation and have to (when she's ready) re-enter the dreaded dating pool.

Another form of dangerous love is dealing with an unwanted advance in the workplace. At one of my many jobs one of my co-workers is quite upset (and rightly so) that her boss will not stop pursuing her despite her relating her dis-interest. Unfortunately she knows that this means she has to look for another job because she knows if she complains she might as well look for another job anyhow.

Yesterday, I was getting to know a new friend better and we talked about why women put up with abuse in a relationship. We both know of a woman who is with an abusive husband. I remember picking our my friend's wedding gift based on what likely her future husband would not use to throw at or hit her with.

Luckily my new chicka and I are in relationships as safe as they could possibly be.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

I want to break up with you, NYC. It's been great but you are high-maintenance, expensive and stinky at times. Deep down, I'm a Jersey girl through and through. I even have a hoodie to prove it. I daydream about Memorial Day weekend at the shore and taking walks in parks that, while they pale in comparison to the largeness of Central Park, are still just the right size. In fact, George and I were thinking about taking a walk the other day. Then April showers came upon us and we headed to the movies instead.

By the way, do not see "I Love You, Man" unless you have insomnia. It was one of those films which has its best parts in the trailer. The only thing I liked about it was the funky wedding tent made from cloth draping and the bridesmaids dresses. I kept whispering to George "I'm so sorry I owe you two guy movies for this dude." As usual, he was very reasonable and said "don't worry about it." That answer is so typical him but I'm thrilled to hear it just the same.

In other random news, I had a dream last night that I couldn't find the bottle of sunscreen I own. Okay so it's about two plus years old. I think deep down, I'm really hoping to go on a vacation sometime this year to someplace warm.

The First Lady's Stylin'

I'm nothing short of impressed by Mrs. Obama's stylist. The First Lady's outfits are being looked out at closely as the red carpet at the Oscars. I appreciate that her style is short on shoulder pads and comes from a variety of retail and high-end designers. Her favorite is J.Crew, which her daughter's wore at the inauguration.

Speaking of style, I've taken my work blazers off the hanger and tried them out at work. Wearing a cardigan day in and out makes me look more like Pam from "The Office" rather than the executive assistant I want to portray as I continue to mold my professional aspirations.

One of my newly vamped up outfits made someone at a meeting I covered for my freelance journalism gig mistake me for an assistant principal, ha! As if I would be an assistant principal. The paperwork, the unpaid overtime, I don't think so. I'd better off assisting an executive rather than being one myself.